++++++++++++++++++++++++++++The Darkwater Collection++++++++++++++++++++++
This is an original work by Lance DeLonge and cannot be copied or reposted without permission of the author (Cirkusfish@Yahoo.com). If posted to news group or yahoo group, be sure to include author's name, email, and website address.
Darkwaters : The Erotic Fiction of Lance DeLonge
-this story and more, plus poems, pics, and links to tons of free erotica.
Note: this story takes place in a fantasy world where vaccines against AIDS and pregnancy are safe and common, and casual sex with strangers is not suicidally stupid. The real world, sadly, is not like this: so don't try this at home, kids.
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G
od, I miss you honey, I said, getting a
little choked up.
Me
too, she mewed back over the crackling phone connection,
It wont be that long till Im back,
though.
I
usually did fine in new places as long I knew somebody there, but
here everything was new. I had come to college expecting to
be with my girlfriend of two years, to have at least one friend
in the same house. But that wasnt to be, I guess.
She had decided she couldnt afford school on loans and the
usual Pell grants, and had joined the National Guard in order to
get them to pay for it. But that meant that she would be
away for over a year for basic training and advanced school.
That left me with a lot of time on my hands.
After looking over the available dorm accommodations I decided
that, while dorms might be OK for nerds and jocks, they were
completely unsuitable for a person of my discerning tastes.
I had moved in with a couple of other students who were
Tiffs friends from our home town, and after about three
weeks, we were getting along pretty well. I had met Cathy
and Burnham when I was still at home as we all lived within ten
miles of each other, but had never really known them until I met
Tiff. Cathy and Burnham had been together about two months
longer than Tiff and I, and had been here about a year longer
because I had stayed at home to attend a local college.
I gotta go, Tiff said after a few more minutes,
its almost lights out.
Alright, talk to you tomorrow?
Yeah, I love you Matt.
Love you too, honey
I hung up the phone and headed towards the kitchen. I glanced in
the mirror as I walked down the hallway. I stopped a
moment, examining my appearance. As I was wearing only
boxers, I could see the result of my athletic training. I
was in good shape, I thought, and in my own humble opinion,
pretty damn good looking. Maybe I could find someone to help me
pass the time. I quickly dismissed the thought. I was
pretty much committed to Tiff, and it wouldnt be a really
good idea to mess around with another girl as long as her friends
were here to tell her about it. The house never seemed
empty, at least not while Cathy and Burnham were in it.
They
never got along; maybe part of the attraction was conflict, and
tonight was no different. I could hear Cathy as she yelled
at Burnham, probably for some trivial act of independence. She
liked to have him firmly under her thumb, and regularly let him
know it. If he did any little thing she perceived as wrong,
he would end up with a hard smack.
It
was almost
I
reached into the fridge for some cookie dough that had been
sitting there for a week or two. Ah, the life of a college
student, I thought. I began to open the top of the plastic tub
when Cathy came marching into the kitchen with a menacing scowl
on her face, followed very closely by Burnham, his face as usual
with an apologetic look.
Im
sorry, Cathy, Burnham whined, his skinny hands open in a
gesture of repent.
They
didnt even seem to notice me at first; Cathy in only a
nightgown and Burnham in his ratty flannel boxers. Cathy
was an interesting one; very short and heavyset, but with a very
pretty face. She liked to have her own way, and Burnham was
more than willing to let her have it. Burnham was easily
what is called whipped by the bitch. There
wasnt anything he wouldnt do for her, and when it
didnt please her, he would apologize for how wrong he had
done it. It was kind of sickening to see a man that beaten
down at such an early age, but I guess it worked for them.
I
deserve to have man who can please me, Cathy screamed at
him, and a fuck that is over in three minutes does not
please me!
It
was clear that they had not noticed me just yet, and I began to
slink along the cabinets toward the nearest door.
When
Tiff was here, Matt fucked her for an hour and a half every
night! she screamed, You could hear how satisfied she
was!
Im
sorry, I can do better, Burnham whined, his face turned
toward the ground at the latest thrashing his manhood was taking.
I had to feel sorry for the guy. She stepped on his pride every
chance she got, and I could feel my stomach churning for him.
Not
tonight, you cant. And thats when I need
it. She turned around and looked right at me. Her eyes held
a look I had never before seen before; a mixture of anger,
disappointment, and pure lust.
Matt,
will you teach this wimp how to be a man in bed? she
screamed at me.
Me?
I stuttered, my face unable to conceal my surprise, I have
no idea how to teach him how. . .
My
eyes darted to Burnham. He was still standing in a
spineless slump, but his face was full of surprise and hurt.
Maybe this would be the thing to push him over the edge, to
finally let him see what a life with her would mean, being
degraded in front of his roommate for his lack of male prowess.
Its
very easy, Cathy said, her face suddenly becoming soft, her
body no longer in the attack posture, instead almost demure
3;
almost sexy.
Just
finish what Bee was unable to, she said in a suddenly husky
voice.
But
Cat, Burnham chimed in, his thin pimpled face showed terror
and disgust. If hed had an ounce of pride left in his
body it was certainly gone now.
Shut
up! She screamed, turning back towards him, her face
turning acidic as she looked at him. If you cant,
then I need some one who can teach you, she sneered.
She
turned back to me, her face again pleasing and soft. Please,
this wimpy bastard cant do anything right, and I know what
Tiffany says about you. Hell, I can hear her all over the
house.
I
blushed at the reference. It had been over three months
since Tiff had left
3; three months since Id gotten
laid. I looked at Cat standing before me, her eyes
promising a night I had thought about for the last three months.
Please, Matt, dont make me beg. Cat whispered,
Tiff will never know, and it would make living with this
worthless piece of crap more bearable. I thought for a
moment, looking at her.
Alright,
I finally said with a smile. I moved forward, stroking her
long black hair away from her face, its silken softness
caressing my fingers as my other hand cupped her breast through
the cotton nightgown, Id love to.
My
lips closed over hers, our eyes closed as the heat and moisture
from our mouths joined for the first time. So what if she
was a bitch and a control freak, Id bet she was one hell of
a fuck
3; and I really needed one.
Her
mouth was small and soft, her lips hungry as we kissed. Her
tongue slithered into my mouth, teasing me with licks, caressing
my lips. My quickly expanding cock peeked out from the
waistband of my boxers and Cat looked down, seeing its
engorged head peeking out at her.
I
know who wants to play, she said, laughing her annoying
everything I say is funny laugh. Her hand slid
erotically down my arm to my hand, our fingers intertwined as she
turned to face Bee.
Thats
how you kiss a woman, you dumb ass, she growled.
She shoved him in the direction of the door, at the same time
tugging gently at my hand, urging me to follow. We walked
quickly around the corner into her room, Burnham leading the way,
his head hung as if in a death march. Cathys room was
dark. The walls had been painted a deep purple and the only light
emanated from a dim lamp on the other side, bathing the room in
an almost candle-like glow. Clothes were strewn all over
the floor, nearly covering it in fact. Burnham waded though
the mess and sat down on the large bed, his head still hung in
disgrace.
No,
stupid! Go sit over there in the chair and take notes!
Cathy ordered and Burnham complied, moving dejectedly to a chair
half buried in the corner of the room.
I
moved up behind her, pressing my stiff prick into her lower back.
She was a good foot shorter than me, only about five-one or two.
Her hair was very long though, a river of black that flowed down
her pale back nearly to her ass. She was round too. My
hands ran slowly down her sides, caressing her plump body as I
lowered my mouth to her neck, kissing it gently as she let out a
soft sigh. I had no idea what their love life was like,
what he did or didnt do for her, but I wanted to make her
scream
3; and she had made it very clear that she wanted me
to.
Cathy
stumbled toward the bed. Her gray cat, who lounged comfortably in
the middle of the bed, blinked a few times as Cathy braced
herself against the bed. When one of my hands slid between her
thighs, stroking her crotch through her thin cotton nighty, she
gasped, her eyes closing in obvious pleasure as her hapless
boyfriend watched us in bewilderment. My cock slid up her nighty
and pressed between her firm plump ass cheeks as she bent
slightly over the bed, her knees trembling slightly as my fingers
worked her soft, womanly triangle.
Cathy
climbed up onto the bed, shooing the cat from its place, and
turning to face me, slung her chubby legs over the side. The
cat threw me a look of pure hatred before leaping to the floor
and, with the dignity only a cat can muster, haughtily stalked
from the room.
Cathy
now sat at the edge of the mattress, her face only inches from my
loosely concealed cock, looking up at me with an expression of
naked lust. Her hands tugged at my boxers, pulling them slowly
down my legs. She smiled as my rigid prick stared back at
her while her hand carefully stroked its length.
God,
no wonder Tiff comes so hard, Cathy whispered, turning to
glance at Burnham, Why cant you be like this?
she asked with a chuckle. He sat there, looking as if
hed just died a little more. She then glanced back at
me, her eyes meeting mine briefly before she leaned forward,
kissing the head of my cock. I had forgotten the feeling of
warm, soft, moist lips on my cock. I closed my eyes as she
engulfed its head; slowly at first, then sliding quickly down its
length, coating my skin with her slick warm saliva.
Oh,
God, I gasped quietly as her tongue slid from side to side,
her small fat fingers cupping my nuts and tugging them gently.
Her eyes looked up at me as I watched her work.
I
sneaked a quick glance at Burnham. He was no longer slumped
over in his chair. Instead he had moved forward, watching
intently as his girlfriend sucked at my cock
3; moving even
closer to get a better look.
How
do you like it, watching while she sucks on another mans
dick? I asked, but he remained speechless, his eyes meeting
mine only briefly before moving back to the sight of her tightly
pursed lips sliding wetly up and down the length of my now rock
hard member. My God, he likes it, I thought.
He likes it when she sucks another man. But the
thought proved to be very brief because just then Cathys
teeth nipped at the rim of my cock head in a painful but erotic
attempt to reclaim my attention. It worked. Her
tongue was like a vipers, quick and cruel, as she continued
to hungerly devour my now aching cock. My knees trembled as
my hands stroked her beautiful hair, clawing gently at her scalp
in an unconscious effort to praise and encourage her efforts.
Her eyes glanced occasionally over to Burnham who now was
watching from the opposite side of the bed.
Finally
she slid her mouth from my length, my eyes opening to see her
broad smile as she looked up from the bed. I sighed, smiled
back, and gently pushed her down onto the soft cotton sheets.
I knelt down, lifting her nighty from its protected treasure and
pried open her thick thighs, revealing her bare pussy, its soft
shaved lips smiling up at me. I looked up in surprise, I
had never thought of her as a shaver.
Cathy
apparentely knew what I was thinking. I did it for this
asshole, she chuckled, but he never even noticed
it. Burnham was silent, just watching me as I bowed
my head to the beautiful mouth of her tunnel, my tongue probing
its opening. Cathy groaned from the warm, wet pleasure,
God, why dont you ever do this to me, she
bitched softly to her boyfriend. All he ever does is jump
on me and stick it in, she informed me. Thats
his idea of foreplay!
She
tasted sweet, her cunt soft and wet, and her bare skin hot as my
nose touched it lightly. Her hips moved against my face as
my tongue drove deeper and deeper into her, each lick ending with
a gentle suck on her engorged clit.
I slid my hand beneath her legs, my
finger poised at her tight bottom hole. Her head shot up,
her eyes showing uncertainty, but as I began to finger her, the
questioning in her eyes disappeared and the hand that stroked my
head urged me on. Slowly I allowed my finger to penetrate
this end, too. Before long my long middle finger was buried deep
in her ass, Cathys tight anus penetrated by another person
for the first time. She moaned, loving every second of her
sweet torture, aching desperately for sweet release. It
wasnt long before she panted for more, each breath
releasing groans of ecstasy as her body writhed beneath my
caresses.
After
over ten minutes of this, her body twitched and her hands
pulled my head almost violently against her writhing crotch.
Oh,
God, dont stop! She screamed, her hips
thrusting powerfully against my mouth, please dont
ever stop!
The
painful waves of ecstasy pulsed through her body as she climaxed,
my tongue quickly and powerfully licking her clit while I
fingered her ass; my nail gently probing her bowels while Burnham
was only able to watch in disgust and arousal. Cathys
climax seemed to go on and on as she cried out, her hands holding
me fast between her legs, her thighs locked almost painfully
around my head. Her body quivered as the last shocks of her
orgasm stimulated her nerve endings. Her fingers released
their grip on my head, withdrawing her claw-like
fingernails from my scalp. I hadnt even
noticed how they had dug into me until after she had finished.
The pressure in my cock was now painful and release needed to
come soon.
Ahhhhhh, Cathy sighed,
slumping back on the bed, obviously completely spent.
Thats what an orgasm is supposed to do,
asshole, she chuckled again, looking over to Burnhams
bewildered face. He was still silent though, and now looked
over to me yieldingly.
I
accepted his surrender, but now I wasnt satisfied with just
surrender. I suddenly needed to make sure that he never
thought of himself as man again. I dont know what it
was that made me hate him then, but I did
3; and I wanted to
make Cathy despise him more than she already did, if that were
possible
I stood up, positioning his plump
girlfriend lengthwise on the bed. Then I climbed in between
her legs; my throbbing cock nuzzling her wet, soaked cunt gently.
We were face to face, our breath heavy in sweat and lust. Her
eyes were supposed to be colored blue, but the darkness of her
true color leaked through her colored contacts making them appear
to be a very deep violet color that for some reason aroused me
even more. I trembled with lust as I slid her nighty up
over her head, revealing for the first time her soft fat breasts.
Her firm nipples were a dark brown, hinting at her eastern
European decent. They hardened even more under my touch and
the warmth of my tongue.
Oh,
yessssss, Cat purred as I kissed her nipple, my tongue
rubbing her soft coarse skin, crating needles of
pleasure within her tit. My fat prick head caressed her
pussy, rubbing against its opening, tempting her with the promise
of the unimagined ecstasy she so craved.
God
I need it, she growled.
So
do I, I thought.
Her hands moved along my back,
feeling my ass as my cock head teased her cruelly. I then slid
back, lifting my head from her ample chest and bringing my face
up to hers. Our eyes met again briefly before she kissed
me, our faces colliding at our mouths, our skin touching,
rubbing, as our bodies melded into one, joined between our legs
and at our mouths. She gasped briefly as I sank into her,
her tongue sliding between my lips, creating small lightning
strikes of bliss within my nerves. God she felt good! Her
pussy was wet and hot, and my cock slid into her smoothly with no
trouble whatsoever. Her body was warm and soft, cushioning
and comforting mine. I had to struggle against the urge to
immediately explode deep within her hot needful body.
Oh, God, Cathy, I
groaned, kissing her deeper. Her tongue was wicked, and her
hands were savage; her long purple nails digging into my back as
I slid slowly in and out of her like the piston of a well oiled
machine. And she was indeed well oiled, wet from her own
cum and probably the most erotic experience of her life. Her
hips rose up to meet mine in perfect rhythm, slowly and
methodically at first, but with increasing fervor as we
continued.
I
glanced at Burnham. His boxers were now down around his ankles
and he was slowly stroking his dick, if it could be called that.
It was very small, perhaps a little fatter than a novelty pencil
and only about four inches long. Almost on queue Cathy
looked over too.
God,
you could never make me feel this way, Burnham. What the hell
good are you any way? She chuckled with the same laugh she
followed every statement, with her face clinched in pleasure, her
eyes tightly shut and her mouth open, moaning with every stroke I
teased her with.
I
quickened my pace, and Cathy cried out beneath me, my prick
disappearing deep into her snatch as I continued to fuck her, our
hips now slapping against each other, clapping like phantom hands
applauding our erotic performance. She took the time to
look over at her boyfriend again.
Dont you dare blow that
puny little load yet, you asshole, she groaned as I started
to fuck her harder. She quivered again, her pussy
contracting hard around my cock as it bottomed out within her.
I
grabbed her face as she began to cum. Scream for me,
I said in her ear before sucking on her neck. She did as
she was told. She screamed out her rapture as I felt her cunt
spasm violently as she climaxed. Her nails scraped down my
back as I held back my own pleasure. I wasnt ready
yet to let go in her. Burnham was going to watch
3; he
was going to watch me shoot my cum deep into his precious
girlfriend
3; and he was going to like it.
Cathy
bucked wildly beneath me, her hips accepting my pounding easily,
willingly, wantonly. Oh, yes, Matt, fuck me! Fuck
me hard! Dont stop! She screamed, each time
insulting her neglected boyfriend more and more. He cowered
as he controlled himself, unwilling to lose his load at the sight
of his girlfriend getting fucked by another man. Besides,
Cathy had ordered him not to, and what she ordered was a sacred
doctrine to him.
Cathys
chubby body shook with delight, her pussy filled with the cock of
the guy belonging to her best friend. She should be
ashamed, but she wasnt. She was satisfied for the
first time in her life
3; well almost. She looked up at
me.
You
havent cum yet, she whispered to me.
I know, I answered, smiling at the thought of what I
was about to do. But I will soon though. She breathed
deeply and her body stopped shuddering.
I
need it again, she chuckled, youre too damn
good.
On command, I spread her legs,
holding them up and out. Our coupling was now very visible,
the way her pussy lips continued to suck my prick as it slid
slowing in and out. She gasped again. Yessssss, she
thought, and her face said as much. Burnham now had a prime
view of her penetration as Cathy propped herself up against the
cabinet at the head of the bed to watch as well.
I
began my gyrations again, this time with a real audience. Soon
we were again slamming against each other, she pushing back
against the cabinet to meet my every thrust. Burnham
watched, helpless and defeated. I smiled viciously,
groaning with each thrust.
God,
Burnham, shes so tight, I said insultingly,
What a hot, juicy piece of ass. God, what a cunt.
Cathy
was too distracted to hear me degrade her as just another
fuck, nothing special, only
a receptacle for my cum.
But Burnham did. As her face turned away from her
boyfriend, he stared at the hickey I had left on her neck, now
uncovered by her hair. For some reason he loved her, and
the sight of my hickey on her neck made him feel even more
worthless than ever.
I bet shell want
this every night. I moaned again. But I could no
longer think, my cock throbbed with ecstasy. Cathys
cunt clinched again, and she screamed as I continued to hold her
legs out, spread widely for Burnham to see. But as her cunt
muscles gripped my prick with her climax, her cries caused
something primitive, a sense of bliss so powerful that any
control I had vanished.
I
cried out, groaning as I slammed myself into her tight snatch.
I could feel the heat rising from my nuts; the cum that had
waited so long to come out, to coat the inside of Cathys
cunt, to shoot deep within her. And it came
3; not just
small bullets of jizzum but missiles of cum launched themselves
deep into her, mixing with her juices as we climaxed
together. It was almost like watching from outside my body
as the pleasure erupted through me. I could see every
thrust deep inside her, watch as her bald snatch ate my dick as
she writhed on the bed before me, lost in the euphoria of her
most powerful sexual climax yet.
As the last of my cum pulsed into
her unprotected cunt, my body seemed go numb as the nerve pulsing
pleasure ebbed. I collapsed lightly on top of her, her legs
slumping along the sides of mine. We kissed short,
passionate kisses.
I
smiled as an evil idea entered my mind. I whispered in
Cathys ear, and she smiled.
Burnham!
she screeched.
Huh?
he questioned dully. He was hurting now, but after this, it
would be even worse.
Come over here and lay down,
eat my pussy like Matt did!
But
his cum is still in you.
I
know that stupid, clean me out!
He
hesitated a minute, but finally obeyed. He lay down beneath
Cathys spread thighs, his face only an inch or so from her
now gaping pussy, so that all the cum would drain out into his
face. He scowled with disgust for a moment. Whether it was my
cum or her cunt that disgusted him I didnt know. I really
didnt care either.
Her
back was to me, his eyes sticking out from beneath her spread
legs looking up at me. I guess she wanted to be nice to him
because she leaned forward and took his stiff, small tool in her
mouth. I could see my cum as it rolled down Bees
face. To my surprise, he seemed to be enjoying it. And
I enjoyed it. My cock rose, stiffening as I watched the
perverted scene before me. Within minutes, I was hard
again.
Only
one thing I could think of would make this any more perverted
that it already was. I rubbed my cock with some of the
semen dripping down Burnhams face, then I moved
closer, my cock positioned at Cathys wide inviting ass.
Burnham was going to get a first class view of his girlfriend
getting fucked in her ass. Cathy realized what was going on
and quicky pressed her ass back hard
against my rod.
Well,
I guess she wants it, I smiled and began to very gently
enter her back door. As the head of my cock entered, Cathy
groaned with approval, her head bobbing in Bees crotch as
she continued to suck him despite the double penetration that now
she endured. I bottomed out and loosened her up with a few
slow strokes. Her hole was tight and the friction was
enough to make my head feel light. I groaned at the
feeling, and began pumping her tight fat ass faster. I
palmed her pale white cheeks as Burnham continued to lap at her cummy
pussy, his face now wet with our cum. Cathys hips
swung back, grinding against my cock and his face in perfect
unison. Faster I went, plunging into her ass with my cock
until the pleasure became too much for any of us.
I
think she started it, the pleasure of having both of her holes
filled was too much, and she began to convulse in climax,
thrusting hard against Burnham and me, her mouth sucking
desperately at her boyfriends swollen cock as I assaulted her
private hole.
Feeling
her come, watching her body convulse and hearing her muffled
cries as she continued to suck Bee, was too much, I slammed my
cock deeply into her and held it there as I pumped her ass full
of hot sperm.
The wave of pleasure was even greater this
time, perhaps because of the perverse nature of the whole scene.
Shot after shot of cum spewed from my buried dick into her hot
hungry ass, even leaking out from around my prick and dripping
down onto Burnhams face. He shuddered with disgust and
pleasure, groaning inside Cathy's cunt as he shot his load into
his girlfriends well used mouth.
I
sat there dazed as Cathy slid off my rod and turned to me, her
face smiling in the most complete satisfaction she had ever
imagined. She drew me to her, our lips closing on each
others. Her tongue reached in and delivered a
present
3; Burnhams load.
I
tried to withdraw, but her hands held me to her, her plump naked
body pinning me to the bed beneath her. She kissed me, the
flavor of the three of us mixing in our mouths like sweet wine.
We kissed deeply until I swallowed her boyfriends load, then she
smiled.
Thanks
for your help, she said, this time serious and sensuous.
Any
time, I said as I stood up.
Cathy and Burnham hugged, cuddling on the bed. I was no longer welcome here in her bedroom; my usefulness was over 3; at least until tomorrow.
-Lance DeLonge,